(Minghui.org) My son and daughter are both practitioners and obtained the Fa at a very young age. Below is a brief description of their cultivation experiences:
My son is 11 years old. When he was born, a friend told me that she saw bright lights coming down from the sky. The friend also commented that this child was different and that he must have come from an interesting place.
By the time he had learned to talk, the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) persecution of Falun Gong was in full force. Unable to handle pressure from the authorities, my husband stopped practicing. One day, my son told his father in a very serious tone, “How can you just stop practicing now? When I was in heaven above, I saw that everyone in this family was a Dafa disciple, and that’s why I came to join you. I was able to fly before, but after joining your family, I can’t fly anymore.” My husband was amazed by what he just heard, and knew that this child of ours was extraordinary. He really came here for the Fa. From then on, my husband walked on his path to cultivate along with fellow practitioners.
When my son was four years old, he told his grandfather, “I know all the divine beings in heaven, including the one named God.” His grandfather replied, “Don’t talk nonsense.” Since he could not prove it, my son earnestly added, “Watch me meditate if you don’t believe me.” As he was talking, he sat on a cushion, easily crossing his legs, and then began to do the fifth exercise. His hand movements were beautiful, even though no one had ever taught him the exercises.
After I discovered that my son was different from other children in our area, I began to teach him the exercises. I also read the Fa to him. One day, while listening to me read to him, he was playing a game on my cell phone. All of a sudden, he stopped and said, “Mom, a big hand just patted me on my head asking to me to stop playing. I want to study the Fa with you now.” Ever since then, he has studied the Fa very attentively with me. He was very quiet while studying the Fa and did not play with anything else at the same time.
My son studies the Fa and does the exercises so diligently that I do not need to remind him at all. As a matter of fact, he often reminds me to do so. If I did not feel like going out to validate the Fa, due to my attachment of comfort, he would be very upset and sometimes even cry. One winter's day last year, I told him, “I’m going to put up truth clarification poster today.” Knowing that I was going out to validate the Fa, he became excited. We prepared the materials together during the day, and in the evening we went out to put them up. We did not go home until we had put up all of the posters we prepared that day.
After we got back home my son told me: “Mom, while I was putting up the posters, I could see a big hand helping me put up every single one of them. Was Master helping me?” I said, “Yes, it was Master who was encouraging you to make sure the posters were tightly glued onto the surface.” Sure enough, they were still there six months later.
One day, we went to distribute materials during the daytime, and even put up truth clarification posters on the walls of the CCP government building complex. Many people came to read them. People smiled at my son with admiration after reading the information, “Heaven eliminates the CCP.” It seemed that the information on the posters said what they dared not say. I encouraged my son, “You’ve done a good job. See how the people are so happy for you.”
When my son was in the fourth grade, he told me one day, “Mom, I made a vow that I will save every student in my class.” He took many truth clarification materials with him to school and passed them out to every student in his class. Among the 45 students, only one returned the materials to him. A student from another class asked, “Can I have the one he doesn’t want?”
Afraid of getting into trouble, my husband did not want my son to hand out truth clarification materials to his classmates. My son then told him, “It’s OK because the bad guys cannot see me. They dare not touch me because Master follows me everywhere to protect me.”
When I go out to validate the Fa, my son helps me strengthen my righteous power. He told me, “Mom, don’t be afraid. The evil forces cannot see you.” Compared to his pure heart, I asked myself: “What’s the use of holding on to so many human attachments?!”
Since my son was still a child, sometimes he could not control his xinxing. When he lost his temper with his sister, or when he said something wrong, he would trip up and fall down. Whenever he said things that he should not have said, or did things that he should not have done, he would physically fall down. After he got up, however, he often realized why he fell. He told me, “Master is looking after me. Dafa disciples should not do what I just did.” Therefore, when he had conflicts with his classmates at school, he could normally discipline himself, and was able “not hit back or swear back.” (“Lecture in Sydney”)
My daughter was born on June 11, 1992. At birth, she could turn over by herself. When she was one month old, she could stand up by holding a relative’s hand.
My daughter grew up with my mother who is also a practitioner. Grandma studied the Fa and practiced the exercises with her every day. Thus my daughter obtained the Fa one year earlier than I did. She could recite the verses of the exercises and the poems in Hong Yin.
At the age of five, my daughter ran to join the group exercises in the early morning every day. She joined two other young practitioners to see who could do a better job at crossing their legs in the full lotus position. Once, she fell asleep when we were watching a video of Master giving a lecture. I carried her home, but she cried and said, “Why did you bring me home? I could still hear Master’s lectures even though I was asleep.”
When we held a Dafa event for the public one day, my daughter was the only one, among over two dozen young practitioners, who held her arms in the correct position the entire time while doing the second exercise. She smiled while holding up her arms. One veteran practitioner asked her why she was smiling. She replied, “There are lots of lotus flowers and Faluns in front of me.”
My daughter had a very high fever one time and her limbs were freezing cold. Being a relatively new practitioner myself, I was a little unsure of her condition. However, the fever was gone by the next day. She used to have blue ring-shaped birth marks on her wrists and ankles. My mother used to say, “This child had been locked up in a past life because it looks like she had worn handcuffs and foot shackles before.” However, after the high fever was gone, the birth marks also vanished as Master purified her body.
In third grade, because my daughter was good-looking and had a beautiful voice, she was appointed by her classroom teacher to read an article at the flag-raising ceremony at school. The content of the article was full of flowery words praising the CCP. She told herself, “Being a Dafa disciple, I should not read this.” So she did not want to do it, but her teacher insisted. However, as soon as she stepped onto the stage, the flag fell down. Naturally, she did not have to read the article. From then on, nobody asked her to do such things again.
At the age of 16, my daughter rode her bicycle to high school. On her way there one day, a motorcycle hit her from behind. The young driver then quickly drove away without stopping. It took my daughter a long time to get up from the ground. Her face was swollen and bleeding. When she came home, I cleaned her face for her, but did not treat it with any medicine. Three days later, she went back to school. The scars on her face completely disappeared in three years. Now her face is smooth and delicate looking. She often says that without Master’s protection, she probably would have died.
My daughter felt a bit nervous before the college entrance exams, because she was running a little behind with her studies, particularly with math. I encouraged her by saying, “You’re a Dafa disciple; so Master will help you. You’ll do a good job.” It turned out that the Math exam was full of tough questions. Not knowing how to answer them, she left many questions unanswered.
She came home that day very quiet. Before going to sleep, she held her hands in front of her chest and told Master, “Master, I didn’t do well with my math test today. Can you give me another chance so I can fill in the blanks that I left out today, please?” In her dream that night, she went back and retook the math exam. As a result, she received 68 points for her exam, which surprised her classroom teacher. Under Master’s protection, she was admitted to a very good college.
When in college, my daughter felt lonely since she did not have other practitioners to talk to, and therefore progressed slowly in her cultivation. She told herself, “I must find a fellow practitioner.” So, she wrote Master's poem on the blackboard, “Visiting My Hometown” from Hong Yin. But she intentionally left out the last line, “I shall come again to help all return”. She wrote her phone number and a short note on the board, “Whoever knows the last line of this poem, please call me.” The next day a sophomore student called. They talked on the phone and learned that they were both Falun Gong practitioners. That practitioner told my daughter, “You’re so smart. I spent an entire year trying to find a fellow practitioner.” My daughter replied that it was Master who had given her the wisdom.
My daughter often exchanges paper money with truth clarification messages written on them with her college friends, who all seem to like them. One person told her, “Spending these bills make us feel good.”